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A Poor Rhymester in High Society

by Jean L. Kreiling

It’s absolutely, positively clear
beneath this sparkling antique chandelier,
beside these tapestries of hunted deer,
as trays of champagne frequently appear:
I’m definitely not a native here.
The natives are the ones unmarked by fear
of poverty, who pay someone to steer
their forty-eight-foot yachts, who never leer
at limitless buffets, who have the ear
of oil tycoons and kings, who like to peer
at rubes like me with a disdainful sneer —
but never mind, you need not shed a tear
for me. I’ll gladly make it my career
to sip Moët Chandon and look sincere.

Jean L. Kreiling is a Professor of Music at Bridgewater State University in Massachusetts. Her poetry has appeared in several print and on-line journals, including Contemporary Sonnet, Dogwood, Ekphrasis, The Evansville Review, The Formalist, London Poetry Review, Mezzo Cammin, The Pennsylvania Review, and SLANT.  She was a finalist for both the 2009 Howard Nemerov Sonnet Award and the 2010 Dogwood Poetry Prize.

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Pat Jones
Published 30 March 2011